Do you believe in monsters? This foggy town Causing disorder and destruction Confiscating the sanity of human mortals They were like thieves in the light During the full moon For all of those born on Halloween It means that a soul has been reborn on Hallomas This land was once so fertile Abundant with life— Until they wiped it all away That land became a place where they collected their dead In these tombs is the record of human lives Telling their story: A hundred years from now A hundred years from now And a hundred Halloweens Big Ice Yeah Ooh Big Ice Got a lot of cheese Pour a lot of lean Out of town with ease It's about a thousand beans Mask on, it's Halloween I like my diamonds clean So much ice I feel like Skiem Bitch, I'll probably freeze Fuck hoes for real Paper like I'm 10 Meech Reefer look like PNB With Draco, it's just me and Ski Fuck her like we dating I'll put a basic hoe on TMZ Cybertruck on skaters Too much paper, this ain't no PNP Bag big, nigga, I ain't no scammer— A real trapper I been had M's Plug and them caught a case I ain't have to panic 'Cause we stand ten I miss my little nigga He caught an addict Before he had kids Bought two lamb chops since last year Them nigga bands thin Was about four hun-duns We pull up, hunt some It's me and Ron Ron Fuck bitches Put him in some leggings and some pom-poms Bought a Patek Purple muffin bowls; we on a dumb run, nigga Mask on Mask on Mask on, it's Halloween Mask on Mask on Mask on, it's Halloween I told my brothers they're the realest And we the Elohim Duffle bags full, gunpowder and gasoline It's mob shit by the book— Ba da boom, ba da bing Boy thought he saw a ghost Mask on like it's Halloween Yeah, and I remember it was just me and D On "Explosive Mode," Letting it blow like TNT Treating a vaco like a BNB It's the D-boy DJ Kept tracks like Kid Cupri Aye, run that back 2 times I told my brothers they're the realest And we the Elohim Duffle bags full, gunpowder and gasoline It's mob shit by the book— Ba da boom, ba da bing Boy thought he saw a ghost Mask on like it's Halloween Yeah, and I remember it was just me and D On 'Explosive Mode,' Letting it blow like TNT Treating a vaco like it's a BNB It's the D-boy DJ Kept tracks like Kid Cupri Then we set a money trap— That bag is bait, it's a dummy sack Now double this and double that That's that double speak I put the math in aftermath Nerd gang, I'm a double geek Yeah, monster ambassador Campaigning on a scavenger Passing out staples and fasteners Shit bags and catheters Real life full-fledged massacre In these tombs is the record of human lives Telling their story: A hundred years from now A hundred years from now And a hundred Halloweens